“There you are, always come through for me, don’t you?” Swagger smirked as you practically barrelled into his abode, immediately collapsing onto the floor, various documents falling from your hands in front of him.

“I want a raise.” You grumbled, voice half muffled by your face being pressed into the floor, not having the energy to move a muscle.

“Oh, you’re treated adequately.” He shrugged, bending down to collect the documents and give you a small pat on the head.